Palookasville
yowza! Does it hurt to think somedays?
I feel like I'm on some form of dope all the time. And yet I haven't been caught using it once.
Its like my brain's always in a sort of a haze/fuzzy buzz/blue gas, whatever.
Sometimes I feel like my brain was hijacked when I was 3 or summat and then returned to me what seemed like seconds later, INSTEAD, it was cryptically encoded now. Sinister.
We anyahoo - somedays I feel like my brain is inaccessible to me. Stuff'll come shooting out of my mouth for no reason whatsoever. And surprisingly it will be on the money. And I have no idea where it came from.
Hmmm. Eh?
I swear I am losing my mind. I did a double take on the bus to the airport the other day when I saw on the air carrier bulletin - "Delta, Hooters".
Whaaaaaaaaaa?
Thankgod a lady in front of me noticed the same thing and shared it - i was so glad to know that I hadn't just imagined something so bizarre straight out of my head - i woulda been a tad unnerved if that had been my imagination.
I think me and him just shared our last moments together. Today - the day before the day before Christmas, I went to school, ofcourse no one was there. And I went down to the "Special Commune" place which sells cheap but STRRRONG coffee (just the way i like it) and it was closed. My lifeline - dead and gone. I grieved. A whole 2 min. But I had prepared for it well. For it passed.
Later in a bid to outshout my brains ability to shutdown my body if it doesn't get its fix of caffeine (i swear my brain copulates when it has caffeine's influence - no two ways about it - them babies come 'a churnin out), we (Me and Always-looks-good-anyway (henceforth referred to as ALGA)) decided to go get some starbucks. yeah yeah, shun shun shame shame. Passes all around.
Alga needed some cash - so to the ATM we headed. Once there, only to find it broken, we had to go into the adjacent closet that is a branch of the bank.
Of all the days, in all the weeks, of all the branches of the bank and of all the people who were to leave soon, he's there. Him. Whom I have started to refer to as "him", in a bid to draw him even nearer.
Him. There. What're the chances I ask ya?? What're the chances?
And yet. And then only the nods we exchanged.
He'd a been there longer than we had. Deductive reasoning tells me it was the closing of a bank balance that he was assisting. Thus his stay ends. And that was the last I shall see of him. Thus ends this rave.
I wish I were more than a little awake to make sure this was hilarious and perfectly articulate, but as it stands - we only have my stream of conciousness to blame. Which, as far as streams of conciousness go - is pretty disjointed to boot.
I feel like I'm on some form of dope all the time. And yet I haven't been caught using it once.
Its like my brain's always in a sort of a haze/fuzzy buzz/blue gas, whatever.
Sometimes I feel like my brain was hijacked when I was 3 or summat and then returned to me what seemed like seconds later, INSTEAD, it was cryptically encoded now. Sinister.
We anyahoo - somedays I feel like my brain is inaccessible to me. Stuff'll come shooting out of my mouth for no reason whatsoever. And surprisingly it will be on the money. And I have no idea where it came from.
Hmmm. Eh?
I swear I am losing my mind. I did a double take on the bus to the airport the other day when I saw on the air carrier bulletin - "Delta, Hooters".
Whaaaaaaaaaa?
Thankgod a lady in front of me noticed the same thing and shared it - i was so glad to know that I hadn't just imagined something so bizarre straight out of my head - i woulda been a tad unnerved if that had been my imagination.
I think me and him just shared our last moments together. Today - the day before the day before Christmas, I went to school, ofcourse no one was there. And I went down to the "Special Commune" place which sells cheap but STRRRONG coffee (just the way i like it) and it was closed. My lifeline - dead and gone. I grieved. A whole 2 min. But I had prepared for it well. For it passed.
Later in a bid to outshout my brains ability to shutdown my body if it doesn't get its fix of caffeine (i swear my brain copulates when it has caffeine's influence - no two ways about it - them babies come 'a churnin out), we (Me and Always-looks-good-anyway (henceforth referred to as ALGA)) decided to go get some starbucks. yeah yeah, shun shun shame shame. Passes all around.
Alga needed some cash - so to the ATM we headed. Once there, only to find it broken, we had to go into the adjacent closet that is a branch of the bank.
Of all the days, in all the weeks, of all the branches of the bank and of all the people who were to leave soon, he's there. Him. Whom I have started to refer to as "him", in a bid to draw him even nearer.
Him. There. What're the chances I ask ya?? What're the chances?
And yet. And then only the nods we exchanged.
He'd a been there longer than we had. Deductive reasoning tells me it was the closing of a bank balance that he was assisting. Thus his stay ends. And that was the last I shall see of him. Thus ends this rave.
I wish I were more than a little awake to make sure this was hilarious and perfectly articulate, but as it stands - we only have my stream of conciousness to blame. Which, as far as streams of conciousness go - is pretty disjointed to boot.